McDonalds

Ah, Maccas Great North Road, where all roads lead to between 2−5am when sobriety is but a faint memory. on this visit, same as all others, the poor front counter minion was clearly overwhelmed by the drunk/​wasted/​hungry/​stoned crowd whilst the managers left her to it and concentrated on the even busier drive-​through. While the wait was longer than the Maccas norm, it wasn’t outrageous given the quantity of people and small-​ness of the hour. As to the food, well, it’s Maccas. What were you expecting? It fueled my journey home and soaked up a decent amount of my hangover (yep, I could see the monster approaching already) so therefore did what it said on the box. Props to the counter minion for getting wasted peoples to verbalise their orders in a friendly & efficient manner. I would last five minutes, nay seconds before being all «yo, drunk biatches, WHAT DO YOU WANT TO STUFF IN YA CAKEHOLE?»